Page 28 of Corruption

“No. No! I just… My mother was very peculiar about where I went in the house and leaving a mess. So I would try to make it look like I’d never been in a room to make sure she didn’t get mad.”

Whatever I’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. I file the piece of information away for later. It’s the second time she’s alluded to her mother with less than flattering words.

“I didn’t take anything. Or break anything. Or go into any of the locked rooms. I promise. I was just—”

“Curious?”

She averts her gaze and mutters, “Yes.”

“Except about our sex dungeon?” I ask.

I already know the answer. She’s carefully avoided taking the stairs and following the path there.

“I thought it was locked,” she answers.

“It’s not.” Then because she makes this entirely too easy, I say, “You can have a closer look at it if you want. I’d be happy to show you around.”

“I—”

Kiya cuts herself off when she suddenly backs into my desk. She hadn’t noticed me slowly crowding her toward it. She tries to look back, but I put a finger to the side of her jaw and force her to keep looking at me.

“And maybe, while we’re there, you can tell me what you think is a suitable way to punish you for sneaking around,” I suggest.

“Punish me how?” Her voice shakes.

“I think you know how.”

I trail my finger down her jaw and neck, her chest, her stomach. I stop right before her pelvis.

Her chest is heaving with her suddenly shallower breaths. Her skin is flush. She wants to look away. Anywhere but my face. But I won’t let her. So finally she settles for looking me in the eye.

“Why are you trembling?” I ask, lifting the wrist I still haven’t let go off so Kiya can see the way her fingers are shaking herself and isn’t tempted to lie. “Are you scared?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Nervous? Anxious? Or maybe just aroused?”

I’d intended to just tease her because she makes it so easy. But when she doesn’t answer. When she just gulps and licks her lips, suddenly I’m not teasing and am contemplating lifting the warm sweater dress she’s wearing and cupping her cunt just to see how she’d react. But that might be too much for the girl. She might just faint. So instead, I press a leg between her thighs without pressing up against her cunt just to see what she does.

She sucks in a sharp gasp nearly identical to the one she gave when she walked in on Nadia and I. I expect her to try to clamp her legs closed. To try to stop me from getting any further. But she does the opposite, allowing her legs to part some and give me more access to her.

“So you are aroused,” I deduce.

I’m sorely tempted to press my leg further. To press my leg into her cunt and see if she does more than just gasp. To hear what her moans sound like.

Instead, I let go of her wrist, take my other hand off her body, and back away.

I’m already too drawn to her as it is, and if I go any further I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep myself from making her mine. And if I were to do that, it means I’d be all but challenging my brother for her because, technically, she’s his even if he doesn’t want anything to do with her.

“I rarely work from home. So you can use the office and the desk when I’m gone. You can even use it when I am working from home so long as you’re quiet,” I say to her, acting like I didn’t just have her pressed against my desk with my body. “And next time you make cookies, try snickerdoodles. Those are Nadezhda’s favorite.”

I start to leave the office.

“What about you?” Kiya asks.

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